Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.